Saturday, March 21, 2009

i'll have what she's not having ...

i was at the wine store tonight looking for a just-better-than cheap white wine. my wine criteria is:

1. the first bottle should be in the $12-15 range; 2. the second bottle, which should only be penetrated in the case of emergency, should be $7. 3. the packaging should be pretty.

i grabbed a german wine for my first bottle. it was a brand that said to me "swedish pop duos" "go-go boots," men with shag haircuts slow dancing, and white leather couches. perfect.

this dewy coed comes hopping around the corner, retinas still mere slivers from the photo shoot at the DMV marking her 21st birthday. she's chanting "polka-dot. polka dot." i look at the bottle i'm holding:

polka dot.

i show it to her, and point to it on the shelf. i think she squealed, but i'm not sure because i didn't have my dog whistle.

What? Wine is like thise potions in "Alice in Wonderland." Drinking that wine was your chance to become a peroxided, gum-chomping, bed-hopping UMD business major-political science minor. Isn't that what you have always wanted?